Listen to How Far I Came (feat. Roddy Ricch) by The Game

How Far I Came (feat. Roddy Ricch)

The Game

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Programming
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Composer
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Hit-Boy) Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain Just imagine how far a nigga came You can't imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Nigga, I came out the trenches Catchin' fades on them blue line benches I kept a Glock, used to pull mine, trippin' Bust a shot, found a trashcan and threw mine in it Momma mad about the rag, I had to tuck in the Jansport Walkin' past the Compton sheriffs, fuck them and court Water cut off, I had to get it when my hands short Took the strap and slapped the shit out my momma landlord My little sister wanted cereal So I had them Honey Grahams on imperial Period, interior on the Cutlass, I'm serious Orange foam hangin' out like it was bit by a terrier And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options On the corner with the rocket, gettin' gone, we ran the option Before Dr. Dre, I was slangin' rock to the doctors I gots to get mine and get the fuck out of Compton, nigga Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain Just imagine how far a nigga came You can't imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came I used to walk up on a nigga like, "Excuse me, bitch What's your name? Where you from? Do you bang? Cop a plea? Nigga, I'll take you out tonight" Yeah, that was my '03 mindstate Every nigga you see with me is guilty of boostin' the crime rate When the blick deploys, it make instant noise Put a hole in a nigga size of a Chips Ahoy Now, gang with Hit, and we'll hit your boy Which one of you rappers or producers wanna get destroyed? Everything before this is non-valid Take your roof off, you'll be sittin' in the backseat with Khaled I'm not your average, my status is toe-tag And I be with 21 niggas a lot, we all savage Then I got a lot of baggage but it's Goyard now Meanin' I squeeze through the crack where the dope got found Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain Just imagine how far a nigga came You can't imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came Imagine how far I came
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Chauncey A. Hollis, Rodrick Wayne Jr. Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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